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Magic spells that make people sneeze are genuinely the best debuff spells. Here’s five reasons why:
It’s mana-efficient. It requires so much more energy to silence, restrain, or incapacitate another person, and the same can be achieved by just making their nose itch like crazy.
It’s effective on pretty much anyone. Have you ever tried to swing a sword mid-sneeze?? It can’t be easy, at least, not in an effective manner. For spellcasters, verbal incantations go out the window of course, but somatic/gestural incantations are also jeopardized.
Any sort of chase/pursuit becomes trivial. It’s hard to keep up when running and sneezing at the same time, especially through an environment that requires a lot of dexterity and precision.
Stealth is a complete bust. If you happen to be the one in pursuit of someone, sending out an area of affect sneezing spell can identify a target in seconds.
It’s (mostly) harmless!! If you are trying to get yourself out of an encounter without causing long term damage, it’s the best go-to. Especially good in friendly spars, or in training for magical battles.
Ngl I’ve been going through the ringer these past two days (conflict between friends), & wound up making This as a way to self-soothe— it may not be snz, but maybe some of you will still resonate with it,,?
Full/uncropped version beneath the cut,,
I wish cutting hurtful people out of my life didn’t result in. Multiple of the friends who know them trying to coax me into walking straight back into a hurtful relationship again. I wish my choice could just be respected or understood & that be it. No drama or conflict. No boundary-trampling and guilt-tripping. Hell on earth,,
At least my partners have been gentle/encouraging & have my back,, I only wish I could give them my full focus right now instead of being this stressed and pre-occupied,,
Anyways aughh I just needed to vent— I know this all will pass with time, it just sucks real bad in the meantime. There’s no easy solution except to be patient,,
I wasn’t anticipating this post to be reblogged to a sfw/vanilla account, but it’s specifically an Olm appreciation account and I couldn’t be more delighted by this fact 😭 Got me smiling soso wide,, I like when my silly little drawings can be enjoyed both in and out of kink contexts !!! Sometimes I just like drawing for the sake of drawing!
Let’s see what we’ve got… (all under the cut, because there’s a lot!)
🤩 - Is there any symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger that you haven't portrayed or seen yet that you'd like to try?
My answer’s linked here !!
🌟 - What illness symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger do you have the most fun portraying or reading?
Oooh, that’s easy— it may sound silly, but anything that involves some form of breath-play, or an audible indication of a character’s loss of control! In fewer words: hitching, gasping, sighing, etc! If it interrupts their speech, steals away their focus, or gives away their need/desperation/etc., then it gets an A+ in my book!
Other than that, in a general whump sense, I love describing & writing headaches of all sorts. There are so many sensory details that can play into it, all of which vary from person to person/character to character! Plus, there’s lots of room for creative and unique comparisons/simile!
👤 - Describe your current favorite character (including OCs)
Y’all already know I’m down bad for J//ulian D//evorak— that’s nothing new. He makes me ILL I love him sm— whenever I read most scenarios here on snzblr, he’s the character I daydream about in nearly every single one of them 😭 He’s so impossibly indulgent, I can hardly help myself,,
But! If I had to pick somebody else! For fandom characters, I’d pick T//enna just by virtue of being The most pathetic little meow-meow AND ALSO the biggest goofball/tease you can possibly fathom— it’s like he was built for this kink, I swear 💀💀
And for OCs, I’d pick my boy Giovanni! I’ve been wanting to draw & write more of him lately, and even give some insight into the DND campaign he was originally created for,, Not to mention! Without spoiling any of the details, Quo and I are slowly but surely chipping away at a fic between him and their little guy, Kilo! So y’all have that to look forward to, one of these days :]€
🌡 - Giving your character a fever: yay or nay
Yay, 100%! I’m giving all of my guys fevers one way or another 💀💀 Just, yknow, balanced out with some tender care when applicable (because I can’t help myself, the comfort is a big part of the appeal to me)!
👃 - What would you like to do with your blorbo's nose? (Break it? Tickle it with a feather? Wipe it with tissues? The possibilities are endless!)
All of the above!!! It’s hard to pick, and depends on the character!
Esme? Give that slimegirl a feather, and watch her drench any and every surface she’s facing in an instant! (Or even just tickle her in general; no reason her nose has to hoard all of the positive attention…!)
Giovanni’s nose is already technically broken, so he’d probably prefer you just wipe his nose for him & fuss over him! But he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of light teasing! He’s a bit of a freak, himself, just in a mellow stoner sort of way…!
Simon? That little bastard is the living definition of a whumpee AND masochist; you could break that poor freak’s nose over and over, and he’d probably beg you to keep going, so long as it meant you’d still be touching him somehow—
And J//ulian? Oh my god, all of the above. All of the above, several times a day. He fits into each and every one of those scenarios like a wine-and-dine pairing— and his weird healing ability acts as a reset-to-zero once the first round is over, so you can just go at it again and again until you’re both satisfied—! And he gets your full attention the entire time? It’s a win-win!
…Hwoo boy ok maybe that one got away from me a little bit. My point is! Why does it have to just be one? ;]€
🤧 - Do you prefer stoic characters or characters who complain?
Oooh, that’s a tricky question. It really depends on the application for me! I like there to be a little bit of a balance— it’s part of why I like J//ulian so much, as he’s able to play into both character tropes at once!
He’s canonically the type to play up minor ailments and illnesses for the attention, and complain dramatically (albeit playfully/in the hopes of being either teased or fussed over for it), And Also the type to try and power through more severe ailments & illnesses, putting up a stoic front in order to avoid worrying anybody—
I think that’s really what does it for me; if they’re a stoic character, I like their motivations for it to be selfless, to the point that it’s sort of self-destructive— and when they complain, I like it to be playful and goading, with the intent of making somebody smile, or laugh, or even just roll their eyes—!
Thanks again for all the prompts, angel— I really do appreciate it 🥹🥹
RAHHH I'm curious about 🤩 for you, you always have such bang-on scenario ideas
Quo when I get you Quo when I fuckin GET YOU /silly
🤩 - Is there any symptom/torture tactic/snz trigger that you haven't portrayed or seen yet that you'd like to try?
WELL!! Honestly that’s a tough question! Y’all know I’m a sucker for fantasy-centric snz prompts all across the board, even if I don’t write them very often— but if I had to pick something specific…
Ah, I think I’ve got it—! I love the idea of a character whose sneezes are destructive in some way, being gently guided by another character to someplace safe enough for them to let loose—!! I’ve been reminded of the trope thanks to @uhhmmm ‘s Water From a Stone series! It makes me FERAL, the trope has always been so near and dear to me in any media I’ve seen it in— and I know it’s a favorite among parts of this community, too! But I’ve never tried drawing or writing it myself! I suppose that’s mostly because I don’t have any characters (yet) that have destructive enough sneezes— but I could certainly change that, ehehehe…
The only OC of mine that might fit the trope so far is Thorax; he’s a blue Dragonborn sorcerer, with Copper draconic ancestry— so he sneezes acid and, when his mana/magic is especially high, lightning! Other than that, though, the only “threat” any of my OCs pose when sneezing is causing a bit of a mess (or toppling over smaller characters)!
Maybe I should find a character to pair with Thorax & finally write this prompt…? That, or maybe I should make something new? Heaven knows I can’t stop making new OCs every chance I get…!
…Now that I think about it, there is a dragon/wind spirit character I’ve been thinking of making, whose abilities lie in wind-manipulation; I could make their sneezes more destructive as a result, and maybe put them into a reader-insert fic someday…? We’ll see!
finally finally it's time to share the third and final part! i'll also be posting the fic in its entirety for archival purposes and for those of you who prefer to read all at once. this may be the final chapter but never fret! im not done with my dear library monsters... ♡
Water From a Stone (pt iii)
summary: Ateya comes back to the library with a clever idea to try and make its sick gargoyle feel better. It may not go exactly as planned...
3.6k words, Rated PG-13, No CWs. Gargoyle!sneeze, Trying not to sneeze, Cold sneezes, Nose touching, Snout rubs, Helping someone stop a sneeze, Destructive!sneeze, NB sneezing
pt i
pt ii
pt iii
completed work
When Ateya showed up the next evening, she didn't come empty handed, but instead came toting a recycling bin that was as large as she was and looked to weigh at least two hundred pounds. She had to walk backwards just to move it, taking frequent breaks to catch her breath and rally her strength.
This might not have been her brightest idea, but never let it be said she didn't commit to something once starting it.
If lugging the bin to the library had been hard, getting it up the stone steps out front was a trial. She cursed and struggled and begged as she wrestled it up each one.
Ateya was shaking, sweating, and panting by the time she managed to haul it up onto the landing, and she collapsed weakly over its lid to catch her breath as soon as it was done. She hadn't even knocked yet when Leonidas came to the door.
“What the devil is this?” he asked in lieu of a greeting.
“It's rice,” Ateya managed to huff between labored breaths.
“Rice?” Leo repeated, sounding personally offended. “Rice? Why would you bring rice to a library? Absolutely not! There is no food permitted on the premises. Why would you ever think—”
“It's for Ava,” Ateya interjected.
Leonidas pulled a face simultaneously so confused and so outraged it looked as if he might combust.
“Bwhh- What? For Ava?” he stammered. “Ava doesn't– Why would you bring–”
Ateya laughed. She couldn't help herself, she'd spent all her energy dragging this here through the city and had none left to spend on self restraint.
“What. are you. laughing. at?” he snarled.
Ateya let herself stop giggling, to spare the man's feelings.
“Sorry. -ahem- Yes, the rice is for Ava,” she repeated, composing herself. “They said the damp was a problem for them, so, I thought this could help.”
Leo's temper faded into something altogether softer and more bewildered.
“What? How on earth is that supposed to help? Ava– Gargoyles in general, they don't eat the same things the rest of us do,” he said. “Lichen mostly, but nothing like... Stars above, how many pounds of rice is that?”
Ateya shook her head, shoved herself up from the lid of the recycling bin, and threw it open. Dry, uncooked rice filled the thing near to the brim. A few grains skittered over the side and scattered over the library steps as she plunged her arm in to demonstrate.
Leonidas stepped back to avoid any hitting his shoes.
“As a dessicant?” he wondered aloud.
“I figured it might help,” she said, puffing a sweaty lock of hair from her face. “It couldn't hurt to try.”
Leo stared at the bin open-mouthed and dumbstruck, shaking his head in bewilderment.
“I... I suppose it...” he stammered.
“Can I come inside?” Ateya asked, still panting and red in the face.
Leo blinked, still utterly flummoxed.
“Yes, please come in... I... This is quite generous of you,” he said.
Ateya lifted her arm from the bin and tried her best to get all of the rice that had clung to her sweat to shake off outside, while Leonidas closed the lid and rolled the bin into the lobby near effortlessly.
“Now this is not to leave the entryway for any reason,” he said. “I'll not be having stray grains of rice tracking throughout my beloved library.”
He continued laying down parameters as he rolled the bin roughly to the center of the floor and opened it back up.
“Furthermore neither of you are to leave the entrance hall until you're absolutely. certain. there’s no rice left clinging to you, for the same reason,” he said, brushing his hands off and looking at the rice itself disdainfully. “Grain brings pests, and mold, and it simply will not do, and at the evening's end I fully expect you'll have both expunged every last grain of rice from the lobby itself as well.”
Ateya nodded, shut the door behind herself, and sagged down to the nice, cool marble floor to sit for a spell, just as Ava was gliding down into the room from somewhere else in the building.
“Got it. Keep the library squeaky clean,” she said, giving Leonidas a rough thumbs up.
“See that you do,” he said, squinting at her warily before retreating into the back hallway and leaving Ateya alone with Ava in the lobby.
“Got you something,” Ateya said, gesturing weakly to the bin of rice now sitting open at the center of the floor.
Unlike the other times she had seen him, Ava had yet to touch the floor. Instead, they remained hovering about three feet in the air, looking at the rice with some measure of disbelief.
“I heard...” they said. They shook their head. “This is extremely kind.”
Ava cleared their throat and snorted, then finally touching down and turning their attention to Ateya, herself.
“Thank you,” they said.
“You got it, chief,” Ateya responded, still catching her breath. “Go ahead, get in. Let me know if it feels like it's helping at all. I'm going to need a few minutes before I'll be ready to help with reshelving any books today anyway.”
Ava circled the bin for a moment before seemingly deciding the best way to get themself into it would be from the air. Flapping their wings slowly they gently rose up above the bin and carefully entered it, hoofs first.
As they lowered themself down further into the rice, carefully poking their tail in and shifting their weight to sink in past their hips, they let out a sigh.
“Feel better?” Ateya asked.
Ava nodded.
“It does,” they admitted.
Carefully they shifted and contorted themself to get more of their torso below the surface, spreading their wings for balance when the whole bin wobbled and threatened to tip with the motion. Stray grains of rice skittered every which way over the entryway floor. It was fine, it wasn't like that couldn't be swept up later.
By the time Ateya had caught her breath and the redness had faded from her face, Ava had managed to cram as much of themself into the bin of rice she'd provided as possible, sinking themself in past the shoulders and up to their jaw, their head tilted back to allow them to bury as much of themself as they could. Their wings stuck straight up behind them out of the bin at an angle that could not have been comfortable, but the look of relief on their face indicated this was an acceptable trade-off.
Now that she felt a bit less like her heart was going to explode from exertion, Ateya got to her feet and came over to chat, Ava peeking an eye open at her as she approached and then closing it again in relaxation.
“You have pretty good hearing, don't you?” Ateya asked, leaning against the side of the bin itself.
Her legs and arms felt a little rubbery and would doubtless be sore the next day, but the quiet sense of triumph and accomplishment she felt at seeing her idea pay off was worth the muscle fatigue.
Ava's brow rose in agreement, and they gave a slight nod, rice shifting about their face as they did.
“I do,” they said, a quietly proud smirk playing over their features. “I hear everything that goes on in the building, and on some parts of the grounds. Why?”
They opened their eyes to face her, then, at least as well as they could still being buried up to the neck.
“It explains how you were able to hear about this,” she said, tapping on the side of the recycling-bin-turned-rice-bath. She tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Is that how you found me sneaking in?” she asked.
“It is,” Ava said, closing their eyes again contentedly, grinning now, and giving a quiet snort.
Ateya gasped as a realization struck her.
“You heard the story I told Leonidas!” she accused. Ava's grin took on a mischievous quality as he peeked one eye open at her again briefly.
“I did,” they said. “I hear everyone's stories, and their conversations. It makes my job as sentinel more enjoyable.”
“Oh, you sneak!” Ateya accused. Ava gave a small, snorting laugh.
“You would know,” they said.
“Yeah, yeah, fine. Whatever,” she conceded. “What's the weirdest thing you've ever overheard?”
Ava snorted again before responding.
“I couldn't say,” they said. “It wouldn't feel right to divulge others’ secrets.”
They snorted again, a little longer this time, their snout wrinkling up on one side with the breath.
“But you do know,” Ateya said. “Like you know what the weirdest thing would be.”
“It would be difficult to choose,” they said, now wiggling their nose up and down spiritedly.
They gave another snort.
“There is a problem with this arrangement. -sngkrffh!-” they said. “I -sngkffh!- I can't reach my nose. -sngrrhkf!-”
“I could scratch it for you,” Ateya teased, giving a playful scritch at the space between Ava's nostrils. Their nostrils quivered and flared immediately in response, Ava drawing in a big gasp as water rushed to fill their snout.
It was one thing to hear the oncoming torrent from nearby and another entirely to watch it flood in and stare you down like a water canon primed to blow. In a panic and with just as little forethought, Ateya clapped both of her hands over Ava's nose.
“Sorry! Geez, this thing really is sensitive isn't it!?” she exclaimed.
Unable to do much else to help themself, Ava snuffled and nuzzled up into Ateya's hands, bucking their rough snout against her palms needily.
“Okay, alright, I'm helping, I'm helping,” Ateya said, responding in concert to Ava's nuzzles while she tried to figure out what the best way to massage at their snout would be.
The heel of her hand wasn't doing enough, if Ava's frantic snorting and shaky breaths indicated anything. It didn't seem to be hitting the right spot, their pushing up into her constantly trying and failing to get at the slight crease that ran up and down between their nostrils.
Switching to her fingertips, Ateya was more dextrous, but she couldn't apply enough pressure to match what their nuzzling was asking for, and the time spent switching between methods didn't help. Ava snorted and gasped, fighting it hard, but Ateya could see them coming undone.
“Sorrysorrysorry!” Ateya rambled, all the while frantically trying anything to get them to stop. She dug her thumbs into the space between their nostrils and rubbed hard.
They took a deep snort and continued battling their sneeze, but it seemed like maybe it was helping. Their snuffling slowed down, their breaths still stuttering ticklishly but now seemingly less frantic.
“Like this? This is good?” Ateya asked, continuing her efforts. Ava nodded, unable to speak, shuddering and snorting sneezily when that interrupted the help they were receiving.
“Okay! Okay, I'll keep it up,” she reassured them. They snorted in response.
Ava's nose was surprisingly animated and flexible. Rubbing at the space between their nostrils as she was, Ateya could feel every twitch and tremble it gave beneath her thumbs as she worked to massage away the tickles that seemed to plague the ailing gargoyle's snout.
“sngrfhk! h-huhh– snffgh! hahh.... snfhk!”
She took to focusing her efforts on anything that felt twitchy or irritated, and it seemed to help, Ava's snout calming down bit by bit. The only problem was that she didn't have a ton of leverage, and the muscles in her hands were threatening to cramp.
“I'm going to try something, let me know if it's alright,” she said, then bracing her hands on either side of their snout as she continued to work at the center of their nose with her thumbs. Ava shuddered, then gave a shaky, stuttering sigh.
“Behh–hh-! Bh...etter... snfghhk!” they managed.
“It's better? This is better?” Ateya asked. Ava gave the littlest nod they could, and Ateya breathed a big sigh of relief.
“Whew. Okay. I thought you were definitely going to sneeze,” she said. Their nose continued giving demanding twitches so she kept rubbing at it for them, the ache in her palms receding to a gentle burn now with proper support.
“I... sngkt!snkrt!huhh... snrkht! I– hhuh–! hahh...” they tried, unable to get more than a word out before their unruly snout bothering them took their speech.
“Shhhh, it's okay. I understand,” Ateya said, keeping at her efforts, smoothing away every erratic tic and twitch and shudder she felt beneath her hands.
Ava continued to give little snorts and snuffles as Ateya worked, damp bursts of air fluttering against and pulling at her palms as she ran her thumbs firmly along the sides of the slight crease that marked the center of their nose.
Gradually, their distress seemed to ease. Their snout twitched less violently and less often. Their snorting started to wane and grow less fitful. The insistent rush of water to the back of their snout seemed to ebb and turn to a trickle. They were breathing a little more slowly and rhythmically.
“Are you feeling better?” Ateya asked.
“It's helping...” Ava said. “I still feel like I– hh! uhh... snfrkh! oh... snfk! like I h-have to -snkht!- huhh... s-sneeze...”
She kept up the massage, pressing in where their snout trembled and protested until it calmed once more. It seemed the slow, even breaths Ava was taking were very careful and intentional, and it probably wasn't the most helpful thing to ask them to talk through it. She kept up her attentions even as the quiet trickling sound of water went silent and Ava spoke again, this time of their own accord.
“Thank you,” they said, giving a soft snort. “I apologize, this isn't very dignified.”
It was Ateya's turn to snort then, not from irritation but from amusement.
“It's a lot more dignified than it would have been to get showered,” she said, still working at their nose.
Ava gave a quietly grunting snort, and the somewhat scrunched expression that Ateya had come to recognize as embarrassment crossed their features.
“I'm sorry. My snout is, in fact, very sensitive. Especially when I have a cold,” they said.
Ateya shook her head.
“That's okay,” she said, keeping her attention to their nose steady. “I don't mind helping.”
Ava hummed out a sigh and gave a quiet smile.
“Thank you,” they said. “I think I'm alright now.”
Ateya sighed, letting up the pressure and letting her hands fall from Ava's snout, her palms sore from the effort. Ava snorted violently as her thumbs brushed their nostrils on the way down, gasping against the ticklish intrusion to their senses.
“Waitwait–!” Ateya pled, hastening to bring her hands to their snout again as a rush of water flooded in.
It was no use. They snorted, and trembled, and their snout drew up in a snarl, revealing an array of tusks and fangs as they–
The recycling bin burst under the strain of their movement, the sneeze wrenching from them violently. Ateya was immediately drenched in bracingly cold water. Falling from the now ruins that was once a full bin of rice, Ava caught themself on their wings and rose into a ticklish hover, their tail whipping as their breaths caught and dragged.
Sneeze after torrential sneeze ripped from them, utterly bathing the lobby in a sea of cold water and uncooked rice.
Ateya shivered, looking around at the wreckage with dread.
“Aw man Leo's gonna be so mad,” she said.
Ava snorted, and snuffled—
“hUHh–! heUGH’SHhuwh!”
—and another sneeze tumbled out of them, splashing down into the mess below before they were finally able to open their eyes and get their bearings.
“I am so sorry big guy, I did not mean to make you sneeze like that,” Ateya said, utterly soaked through and standing in an inch and a half of ricewater.
Ava snuffled at their wrist drippily.
“It's fine,” they said, keeping a few feet off the ground and surveying the situation.
“I'm going to go tell the boss to stay put. We'll handle this,” he said. “Can you get the doors open?”
Ateya nodded, and sloshed over to the large wooden doors to let some of the water out while Ava zipped off to some other part of the library to keep Leonidas from witnessing the mess they'd made of his entryway, and presumably save him from having an aneurysm.
Between lugging the rice to the library to begin with and giving Ava's snout such an aggressive and thorough massaging, Ateya's muscles were well and truly fatigued and starting to feel sore by the time she reached the big double doors. She fought to get the lock undone, and struggled with the doors themselves, trying to pry one open just enough to get a shoulder behind and shove against with all her might so it would move. The rush of rice and water pushing back along the floor did not help much.
She had the first door halfway open, and was leaning all her weight against it when Ava returned holding a push broom and a pair of squeegees. They flew over to help her, and she nearly fell when the door swung open from beneath her efforts. She stumbled and caught herself.
“Thanks,” she panted, bracing herself on her thighs to catch her breath.
Ava fluttered over to the other door to get it opened as well.
“You exhausted yourself bringing that to me ” they observed.
“I know,” she said. “Probably not my best idea, considering...”
She gestured briefly and vaguely at the floor to indicate the rest of the thought.
“Hmm... But I do feel a bit better,” Ava said, smirking down at her encouragingly from where they hovered. “I appreciate your efforts. It was very thoughtful and very kind of you.”
Despite the exhaustion, the sore muscles, the thorough soaking, and the arduous task ahead, Ateya broke into a grin.
“Nice,” she said.
No books were returned to the shelves that evening. Instead, Ateya and Ava spent the rest of the night painstakingly removing sopping wet, heavy, uncooked rice from not only every corner and crevice of the entryway, but also the entrances of every room and hallway adjoining it on the first level.
Ava insisted on taking the brunt of the sweeping, and once everything was clean they shuffled everything down the steps, off the curb, and into the road for the street sweeper to take care of in the early morning, which was approaching more rapidly than either of them would have wanted.
“I may have made a mistake,” Ateya said, slouching against the doorframe as Ava flew back inside and alighted on the now-dry marble. They gave a short inquisitive hum in response.
“I still have to walk home,” she complained woefully, sinking down to the ground.
“You said you live close?” Ava asked. Ateya looked up at them from where she sat.
“Yeah, but it's still going to be a bitch,” she said. At least her shirt was nearly dry. It wouldn't be any good for her to catch a chill from the whole experience, herself.
“You don't have to walk,” Ava said, shaking their head.
“What are you talking about? Of course I have to walk,” Ateya said. “I don't think Leonidas would be too keen on me staying over and besides, I have work in a few hours. Oh who am I kidding, I'm probably going to call out. I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow...”
“I'll fly you home,” Ava offered.
“Really?” Ateya asked. Ava gave a small, snorting grunt and a nod.
“You've put yourself out a great deal, just to be kind to me. It is the least I can do,” they said.
“That would be amazing,” Ateya said gratefully, feeling altogether too limp to refuse.
The flight to Ateya's seventh story walk-up was just as smooth and fluid as their flights through the library had been, if noticeably slower. Ava didn't race through the streets as they raced around their home. The trip was still faster than most vehicles, and significantly quicker than walking would have been. They flew her right up to her bedroom window to save her the trouble of getting up the stairs.
It was a bit awkward trying to slide the windowpane open from within Ava's arms, but Ateya was able to manage it, then clambering inside and dropping unceremoniously to the floor. She got herself up onto her knees and propped herself against the window ledge by the elbows.
“Thanks,” she said.
Ava smiled and gave her a nod.
“You're most welcome,” they said. Then looking out at the sky, they nodded to themself.
“I need to head back to the library, the sun will be up soon. Thank you again, for all your help. -sngrrkh!- I truly appreciate it,” they said. It was the first time Ateya had heard them snort like that in a few hours. Maybe the rice really had helped.
“I'm glad it was worth the clean-up,” she smirked back. “You have to get back by sunrise? Is Leo expecting you?”
“He is, but that isn't why,” Ava said. “I need to resume my post before repetrifying. ...I can tell you more about it later, if you're interested.”
Ateya yawned massively and gave a nod.
“I won't keep you then. Goodnight, Ava. Or. Good morning? I'll see you around,” she said. Ava gave a quick nod, and made back for the library like a bat out of hell, disappearing with a blur in a rustle of wind.
Ateya stared after them for a moment before dragging herself heavily to her bed, pulling herself up onto it, rolling over, and falling asleep in her dayclothes.
GOD I’m fucking hooked on your Water From A Stone series, it’s so well written!!!
I was wondering, do you have any design refs for Ateya, Ava, or Leo? The descriptions are so vivid and evocative, but I can’t help my curiosity around any visual traits/details that haven’t been mentioned—!
I also wanted to share a small thought that keeps occurring to me (mostly bc I love the trope so much); Leo clearly has Something magical and strange going on— what with the abnormal strength + Ava being intimidated by, or at least strangely subservient to, him— and although I’m sure that’ll be revealed in due time, I still wanted to share my thoughts beforehand—!
His strange affinity for/association with warmth (even in his color palette, from what you’ve described—!) makes me wonder if he might be draconic in nature? The red hair might also be lending to that idea for me, though I’m not sure why & it seems silly to type outloud. Maybe it’s just a trait I see often with draconic-characters-turned-human… It feels effective though, so I’m not complaining!
Not to mention, his demand for a story from Ateya + his requirements around it piqued my interest; it’s giving fae rules, almost! And it feels fitting, given the fact that he runs a library so massive and strictly-kept!
Either way, I’m excited to learn more about these guys !! Incredible work as always!! 🥹
- @snifflyhermit
i cannot tell you how floored i am with this level of praise and engagement thank you so much! i like. had to lay down. this is amazing. thank you.
i am overjoyed that you're liking my series so much!!! 🥰
with regard to designs/refs yes kind of i do! ive been doodling up some avas for the last two days, i plan on and i kiiiiind of have some leos drawn... not enough drawings of him that i can share yet tho... ;D
i actually haven't doodled ateya at all yet! i'd like to when i have the time :D i know i haven't really described her much yet as the pov character 😅 she's cute tho! i'll be putting up her art with her bio when i ever get around to it too 😂
she's like 5'7, has light brown skin and almond shaped dark warm brown eyes, straight black hair cut just above the shoulder that's cut slightly higher in the back with a long straight fringe. she has an athletic build and she usually wears clothing she can move in when she's not at work. im still fiddling with her exact design beyond that but i have some shapes and color ideas.
i plan on sharing mybart of them all when it's ready and as it's ready! 😄💕
as to what exactly leo is... ooh i like your guesses... who can say? ;3 we'll just have to wait and seee.... hehehe but i like that i have you guessing!!!
YIPPEEEE I’m glad I could share my commentary and praise !!! 🥹
I love getting to engage more deeply with fics, whether they’re kink-centric or not— I can’t help it, character + story analysis is one of my favorite ways to engage with Any written media !!! It’s fun getting to give some proper acknowledgement and appreciation for the little details writers include, and I think your work has a hell of a lot worth appreciating!
OOOH Ateya sounds gorgeous— be still my little sapphic heart 😭 (I could say that about all three characters, ngl 😳😳 They all kinda make me insane in the best way possible—)
And I do love a good mystery, heheh ;]€ Leo’s absolutely piqued my interest, I’m excited to keep theorizing about what he is!! (I might be a little down bad for him already, I can’t help it 💀 Even the implication of him being bothered by the cold & being defensive about it had me imagining putting him in his place a little bit shsvHSVSHSV)
I’m excited to see whatever you choose to share about the three of them (or any of your characters, for that matter!) in the future!
Content Warnings: Allusions to poor self-image/worth, moderately heavy mess
Note: Every now and again a cozy comfort fic comes around that’s written purely for indulgence. Projecting is really therapeutic, especially while climbing my way out of a rough spot. This is a new take on one though—instead of the reader being the subject receiving the doting and care, they’re the one giving it! I think I might also make this fic a canonical precursor to Sternutation Incantation, where the reader and Mycah first begin truly talking. Anyway!! The reader acts on some impulses and doesn’t realize how much it’s appreciated. Please enjoy this gooey and heartwarming little fic!
“hh—Hhdttzsssch!!!”
You always had an eye on Mycah. The two of you had been taking a handful of the same courses this semester; Applied Brewing 221, Psychology & Enchantment 163, and the weekly Transmutation Masterclass which you found yourself in presently. This was a favorite of yours, but not solely because transmutation was your area of study!
For one, the lecture hall was uncontested in grandeur. Opulent grotesques of winged cats curled up and lounged within symmetrical pillars, some perched like owls in their marble trees. Fourteen rows of benches snaked around the room—seven on ground level, and seven on the upper balcony, accessible via staircase or floating platform. You preferred the balcony, it was easier to get away with people-watching.
Like Mycah, for example.
“…snff! Hh! Hhhedd’iisshw!” Mycah, the yellow tiefling seated only one row in front of you, seemed to be a bit sneezier than usual…well, usual still being sneezier than the average person. He seemed to scoff and mumble to himself, sweeping excess dust from his robes as if it would quell his hitches. He had created a bubble of vacant seats around him, which you couldn’t blame the other students for—midterms were coming up, and no one was eager to catch a potential cold.
“The Texture Transfer Manual is currently on hold in the library until Willownook University gets permission for duplication from Obard Academy,” Professor Swanfeather cautioned as the class began to conclude, “until it does, please do not attempt any duplication spells to snag an extra copy…I will message you all on Canvas when we get approval, but I suspect it’ll be at least two business days. Next week, I’d like to see you all prepared for texture transmogrification demonstrations in groups of two.”
A chorus of poorly-stifled annoyance filled the room, to the old halfling professor’s amusement. “Oh come now, you mustn’t grouse at the prospect of new friendships! Let this be an opportunity, find someone who you haven’t spoken to this week. Find a new friend, and enjoy the tides of change!”
You couldn’t help but look at the back of Mycah’s head in thought. You watched his ears lift at the professor’s words, before dismissively pinning back into airplane mode. He eyed the vacancies on all sides of him solemnly.
The distant chimes of the hour rang. The class rose in quick bursts of students, some eagerly launching to find partners, others making their exit. Mycah was among the latter group—he was out the doors before you could muster up the courage to ask.
Oh well, a fleeting moment. You were sure you could catch him tomorrow morning during Applied Brewing, it wasn’t like this was your only shot.
Noon was spent in the library. You needed to return the psychology books you’d used for last week’s paper, as much as it pained you. You didn’t expect to get sucked into the psychology of linguistics in verbal enchantment components as much as you did.
“Hh-hHh…snf! Hhh..! Hdd’ZZISSHHhuw-!” It took everything not to wheel around towards the source of the sound. That was Mycah, he was somewhere in the library, on the second…no, third floor. Perhaps your opportunity hadn’t evaded you after all! You had never been quicker to place the books in the return slot, and rush to a nearby elevator in pursuit. The third floor was cramped with book cases, each one filled to bursting with hefty texts and tomes. Occasionally, the labyrinth of dust and parchment would open up to a study area or two—brief pockets occupied by small tables and whispering students. There would be a narrow corridor, and then four humans reciting a divination spell over a letterboard—goofing off, certainly. Another corridor, and the next set of tables would be empty. Or at least, almost empty.
It shouldn’t have surprised you to see Mycah solely occupying a four-person table alone. A crumpled tissue was making its best effort to keep clear mess from overflowing and leaking all over his face. It pressed firmly against his orange and red nostrils, and evidence of allergic tears made his cheeks glisten.
Something about him compelled you to approach at last—perhaps it was the empty tissue pack on the table that you could replace with your own. You kept your voice low and level when pardoning yourself and making an introduction. When he realized he was being addressed, his hands hurried to his eyes, hastily clearing the residue. Something about the swiftness suggested those weren’t necessarily allergic tears he grasped at. An empathetic rush tugged your shoulders down.
Mycah cleared his throat, his nose squeaking noisily whenever he sniffled. “Afternoon, ah…Aspen Mycah. You can just call me Mycah, though. We have Trans-301 together, right?”
That was correct, among other things. Mycah tossed his last tissue in a nearby bin, which joined a gracious amount of them in the steel basket. Each was folded over itself twice—Mycah likely blew his nose by pinching it over his nostrils, before folding it a second time to wipe at any residue. That’d also explain the chapped look of his septum.
“Ah, well, I do have the Texture Tansfer Manual, but I’m in no rush to study it if you need it. I’ll probably be here the rest of the day anyhow.”
The hefty book in his grasp was quickly closed and offered forward to you with both hands. He was trying his hardest not to breathe out of his mouth, but the poor thing was terribly stuffed up—one nostril sounded like it was refusing to cooperate at all. In his attempts to sniff and sniff and sniff for clarity, the unclogged side was rudely introduced to the copious amount of dust kicked up in the brief exchange.
You hurriedly explained that you weren’t here to take the textbook from him. You were a transmutation student—you’d read that textbook, cover to cover, against your will, last year. You felt an embarrassed warmth rush to your face as Mycah responded in ticklish breaths.
“Hh-hh! Sorry- I’m—hhHh! Hxxt—…chw!!” You blessed his stifle sincerely. He wasn’t done, “Htt’ppchtt!! I’m so s-ssorry, snf! Dust makes me sneeze like crazy.”
The book was set back on the table when you blessed him again. Since he brought the subject up, you took the opportunity to offer him the tissues in your possession. The quiet shock on his face amused you a bit—goodness, had no one offered him tissues before??
“Are you sure..? I can make my own, I don’t want to take these unless it’s truly alr—hhigh—hdD’iishhhuw!” He whipped his head away quickly into his bent elbow. It was quite wet, leaving his head buried in his arm from the unfortunate sounds of mess. You blessed him again, setting the tissues down within reach, before grabbing one to offer to his free hand.
As he cleaned himself off, you gave him a bit of privacy, busying yourself instead with setting your bag down on the opposite end of his table. He blew as gently as he could into the tissue, folded it, and tried his hardest to blotch the residue before adding it to the collection in the waste bin. Hah! Looks like your observation was correct.
You brought up the masterclass assignment—there was no smoother segue you could find into it, but oh well. Requiring pair projects in university felt a bit redundant to you, and Mycah seemed to chuckle in agreement.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Saying ‘find a new friend,’ to a lecture hall of wizards feels like an oxymoron.”
You’d be his friend!
…A beat of silence hung between the both of you once you said it. You winced inwardly—was it too cringe to just outright say that nowadays? To emphasize your point, you took the vacant chair to his immediate left, and busied yourself grabbing your scrolls and notes. Though, when you looked up, he was still staring at you with raw disbelief. It hit him, hard. It looked difficult for him to swallow. You knew the face of stifling tears, you had felt it on your own so many times before.
You tried your hardest to tread delicately, lightheartedly asking if anyone had offered that before. He shook his head, and you mentioned how honored you were to be the first.
“Goodness, these allergies,” he spoke clumsily, rubbing his eyes under his glasses with a fist. He was trying to preemptively clear tears that hadn’t quite formed yet—poor thing, didn’t he know that’d only spur them on quicker? You both knew his words were a pitiful half-truth, he only verbalized it to excuse being so touched.
You asked if hugs were something he was alright with. He hesitated, and you stood to prove you meant it.
“I—yeah, sorry, I was just…snf! Caught off g—”
You embraced him the moment he had stood and pushed his chair in. He tensed for a moment, but a sincere squeeze invited him to lean in and return it.
You felt a warm ache in your stomach as he began to tremble in your arms. His body was flinching with sobs he refused to verbalize, aside from shuddering inhales that grew wetter each time. You rubbed his back and leaned in—it was the best you could do for him at the moment. He was a lonely soul, who likely tricked himself into believing it was by choice. You knew that feeling all too well.
It was uncertain how long the two of you held one another. It would’ve been longer if not for Mycah’s breath catching. He pawed at you to let him go, turning away with reddened eyes and a graciously dripping nose. That was the thing with holding back tears, they’d only drain into his nose and make it run profusely.
“I’m gonna s—sneeze,” which was alright, of course, “hH..! Ihh- hdD- Ihhtzzschhuwwh!! Hhhittszchhhuw!”
His nose clearly didn’t take too kindly to the salty tears flushing through them. The muffled sneezes sounded thick with mess, loosening up a once-stuffy nose into a water feature. When he lifted his head from his arm again, you could see the mucus trembling behind his twitching nostrils, patiently waiting like dollops of honey hanging from its comb. It made his face scrunch up in desperation. His nose tickled so severely that it was growing impossible to hide.
Maybe it would be best to skip the studying session, at least for now. A dusty library and a wet, allergic nose wasn’t the best combination. You made an offer to talk together in the courtyard instead, and perhaps find him a proper box of tissues on the way.
“That…I’d like that, yeah…”
Mycah tucked your tissue pack in his pocket and the both of you gathered your things. Mycah’s sniffles had become syrupy and heavy, despite how gentle he was trying to be.
It was gorgeous outside today, and no one was taking advantage of it aside from the wizards training in the broom field. As the two of you walked down the vaulted stone skybridge, you made a pit stop at a nearby bathroom to acquire a roll of toilet paper. Out came your wand, and you demonstrated with a bit of pride as the roll was transformed into a quaint, white tissue box. An extra-fluffy tissue blossomed from its top.
Mycah’s needy nose twitched greedily when he laid eyes upon it. “Thank you, you’re so generous—here, I could…hHhcould trade you back your pack,”
Mycah reached into his pocket, but you insisted he keep those too. He struggled awkwardly as the tickle of a building sneeze sprouted on his expression. It was rushing up his nose faster than he could react to it, and amidst redirecting his hands towards the fresh box, he whipped his head over his shoulder.
“hHuhHh—! UHhk’ssSCHHhhww!!” The poor thing snapped at the hip, openly spraying the floor and catching the front of his shirt in the blast. As you blessed him woefully, the box was inched closer. He shied away from it, cupping his hands over his face in horrified embarrassment.
“I’mb so sorry—I’mb so gross, it’s a mess…” he blubbered with a flushed face. You didn’t mind, and to be frank, it was only a matter of time before a sneeze like that happened, what with the tears and allergies.
…If the two of you hadn’t just met, you would’ve offered to help clean him up. Oh well, all in due time! At least Mycah wasn’t shy about blowing his nose productively now, after all that embarrassment.
The two of you found a quiet spot on the cobblestone stairs. Freckles of sunlight pierced the trees and kissed your matching robes.
“They’re so soft,” Mycah mumbled into the handful of tissues against his face. “It’s a perfect texture transmogrification, how did you do that?”
You remembered it well from the Texture Transfer Manual, specifically in the prologue: ‘A great deal of transmutation magic is intentionality.’ The toilet paper was a scratchy nightmare, and a lot of the incantation was dedicated towards something easier on his nose.
“…the world needs more people with your type of kindness, I think,” Mycah nodded quietly, “thank you again…for…for a- for a lot, honestly. For asking to be my friend, the tissues, the hug—I only just realized I haven’t hugged another person in over a year.”
For a while, the two of you simply talked. Talked about all manner of things, as if you’d been speaking this way to one another for years. Among them were the obvious ice breakers; areas of study, free time, passions. Mycah was just entering his second year of conjuration for his undergraduate degree. He was the son of Professor Aisha Mycah, who taught at QIAA (the Queensland Institute of Applied Arcana). She developed the mobility band, a magical bracelet that could summon and store mobility aids.
She was his biggest inspiration, that was no surprise. Thanks to her, he often was at the top of his class. She never pressured him into following in her footsteps, in fact, she insisted he didn’t study where she taught out of a necessity for independence and individuality. It made sense why Mycah hadn’t hugged someone in so long.
He was finding himself out, and that was stressful. He was in a chess club, but not many liked playing with someone who was too good at the game. He was a tabletop nerd, D&D among his favorites, and would play weekly in downtown Mendacem. Most of the players didn’t speak to each other outside of those Thursday nights. He had a roommate, a human named Thomas, and the two were close!
“At least I’d like to think we are,” a bitter addendum that made your brow furrow. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s my best friend…I just…I don’t know. I get the feeling I’m not his. Is that weird to say?”
As he elaborated, you couldn’t help but agree. They were different, he was this swiftbroom jock who spent as much time as he could with his team. Mycah and Thomas did a lot together, but usually beneath a cloud of thrill Thomas had for his teammates. Mycah didn’t blame him, to be clear: quite the opposite. It was always heartwarming to see the guy laugh and cry with such a tightly-knit group of good people. Mycah was, as he put it to you, “…simply jealous, and too ashamed to admit it, you know? I-it’s..! Stupid, really: but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that amongst everyone I’m friends with, I’m their second choice at best. It’s stupid because I should be grateful for what I’ve got, or maybe I should put more effort into being a better friend for the people I care about—”
There was a painful pause. A sniffle followed it. “…but I dunno. I get in my head. I worry it’s something about me that’s holding me back from it all. Like, of course I’m not closer friends with one of Willownook’s greatest athletes. I can hardly walk between classes without gasping for air. And it’s also hard to make friends as a tiefling, especially at a predominantly-ord institution like this. I don’t really fit in with the other tieflings, I’m too studious and complicit with the system for them.”
Mycah scowled at himself in the reflection of his Oxford shoes. “And I’m not—”
He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to, either. The hurt, pitifully sour look he gave his shoes spoke for him. He couldn’t see how gentle and sweet he looked, those poor, kind eyes behind those round spectacles. The smattering of spots, the beautifully flawed acne scars. He’d blinded himself to his own beauty years ago, and that sort of blindness was hard to reverse.
“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, and blew his nose, “I didn’t realize this would just turn into a vent on my end…you’ve been nothing but kind and generous to me. I-I didn’t know I had so much on my chest—”
There was a rising panic in his voice; had he already sullied the chance of a new friend?
Of course not.
You asked for a second embrace. He tearfully accepted. He was doing the best he could to keep himself together, but you didn’t shame him when he fell apart in your arms.
“Bloody nine,” he parted after a minute or two, his sniffles squeaking, “your poor robes…snff! Thank you—I’m gonna start sneezing again at this rate.”
You tore a few tissues from the box, and after a request for permission, lifted his glasses and gently patted his sorrowful eyes. You felt that warm ache in your stomach return as his once-dormant tail curled and lifted with comfort. The moment was short, at least before hitching breaths interrupted the serenity.
“I’m ss-hHh! sorry,” he sighed, but his breath snagged again. “I’m a really sneezy perHh-! Hhh..!”
You hurriedly handed him the tissues his eyes were wiped with, and he buried his nose in them, turning away.
“HHedDZZSschhw!! Ihh- iih! ihg’ISSHHhw!! HHheh-! hnKKSSHhhww!!” It would develop into a fit of nine. He was too exhausted to hide their intensity. You were certain to bless each and every one of them.
“Thank you…snff!! Snfft…I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to get used to that.”
You could get used to it alright, but you didn’t dare say that out loud. Instead, it was something more blanketed—it was hardly a bad thing, everyone sneezes, or something else to that effect.
“I think you’re the kindest person I’ve met…anyway, I’ve talked your ear off enough, mate. I’d love to sit and listen for a while instead—let’s see…snf..! What’s one of the biggest things on your bucket list?”
Extremely NSFW and lengthy A & B snzario below. 🫢 Maybe this has been done before but hear me out:
A is going down on their partner (B) and their nose is really beginning to tickle. Maybe it’s B’s pubic hair against their nose -- maybe it’s a tickle that preceded current activities that they’ve been valiantly staving off thus far -- but whatever it is, it's really about to become a problem.
B is close. A knows this by the way B is squirming, the way B's fingernails are clawing through A's hair and against their scalp -- but A also knows the sneeze is inevitable and imminent.
And so, A pulls away, gasps out a damp and breathless apology, and ducks away with a sneeze that makes itself known it has not appreciated being held back all this time, thank you very much.
Recovering almost immediately, A is preparing to quickly turn their attention back to B — but it’s in that same moment that B comes with such raw, devastating, shattering intensity that A can only watch, genuinely open-mouthed.
A has made B come many, many times before, but never like this. Never with B's whole body surrendering so instantly, so violently, so thoroughly. So seemingly endlessly. Wave after wave of pleasure eventually ebbs as B pulls A close against them, eventually collapsing back against the pillows, cheeks flushed pink, breathing hard, their stomach quivering.
"Holy fucking shit, B," A murmurs, their voice rough between the cradle of B's thighs. "I don't think I've seen you...never like that...not even close."
B's hands reach up to cover their face, they're blushing furiously now.
A is...gobsmacked. They slowly crawl up B's body and gently tug B's hands away from their face. "Hey," A says. "Talk to me. Not that i'm complaining, because that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, but that wasn't...usual. For us. That was...that was something else entirely."
B's face turns scarlet. They turn their head into the pillow, hiding from A.
A's mind is starting to race. They're putting certain...past moments together. Certain things and suggestions they've picked up on over time but could never quite put together. Is it possible...? Could it have been...?
"Is it..." A pauses, choosing their words carefully before continuing, "...was that because I sneezed?" they ask in a low, steady voice.
B makes a strangled squeak of a sound and flings their arm over their face. Between that and the fact that their ears are now also blushing, it's more or less a full admission.
"B", A chuckles, brushing back a strand of B's damp hair from their face, "It's okay. I'm not weirded out. If that's what it was..."
B nods from behind the shield of their arm.
"...I want to know how to make that happen again for you." A finishes.
B lowers their arm. Gazing into A's eyes now, hesitation melting into trust. A trust they've never shared with anyone before.
A leans in, kisses B deeply, and then pulls back, smiling. Their tone is soft but their eyes are sharp when they speak again.
"Do you remember that [perfume/cologne]?" A asks, tracing idle circles with their finger on B's hip. "The one you bought a few months ago that made me sneeze every time you got within three feet of me? That you complained cost too much to throw out?"
B's eyes widen a little. They nod. They know damn well what B is talking about.
"Did you end up keeping it?"
B bites their lip, and nods again.
A's smiles turns wicked.
"Good," A whispers, leaning in until their lips brush against B's ear. "Because I think we're going to need it."
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Now then! Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
someone who always sneezes more than once, for whatever rhyme or reason, uncharacteristically sneezing only once — subsequently squinting suspiciously and hazily at some middle distance, not because they feel the next sneeze coming, but because they don't.
Woke up this morning coughing & sniffling something fierce, and may or may not have developed a small cold— so….! I did the only thing a sane person would do in that situation, and induced + recorded it 💀 (/sarcasm)
Headsup that the sneezes themselves are kinda loud/forceful, even if muffled, + there’s,, audible mess,, and a nose blow at the end,, Also a bit of (slightly) indistinct/stuffy rambling,,,
